OK so guys… I'm pretty sure those awesome people who have been reading this fanfic have realised my last chapter was absolutely rubbish in terms of grammar! This is because I was in France using a FRENCH keyboard! Also what would u guys do if someone told u that Rick Riordan had died halfway while writing the Blood of Olympus? I would scream so loud I would probably wake up the people halfway across the world….. Anyways….. Back to the fanfic!
Frank's POV
Piper is still crying. It's been about an hour and all the gods have said is "Use your prizes." I mean seriously! This is even worse than that storm spirit threatening to trample me to death and calling me a baby faced Chinese Canadian man! I look back at Piper and find she is still crying. Is that even physically possible? The strong, brave Piper has been reduced to tears. I wonder, if I had been taken instead of Jason would Hazel still be crying? I wouldn't want her to. She is much too strong for that. I love her more than anything, and I'm sure that she does too. But I have to check. I walk up to Hazel. "Hazel?" I ask her like a question. She turns around and says yes. "If I was," I gulp," Taken instead of Jason what would you be doing now?" I ask. "I would be out there looking for you. You know why? It's because I love you." She says the last part in a whisper. I lean down and kiss her. That's the first time she has ever said that to me. I mumble it back to her and I feel her smile. I start to deepen the kiss. Then a small pair of hands rips us apart. "Come on guys! I mean PDA is something we do NOT want right now. Also, while you guys were um *cough*making out*cough (he says the cough) we all got our prizes and put them together. I really didn't feel like going into the room you guys were sleeping in coz… umm… There might be STUFF… And umm… Well you guys basically have to get your stuff and bring them out." He runs away mumbling about being friends with people who enjoy leeching off people's facial features. I think he means making out. He is such a baby.
